Class of 1912
recent election is recognition of his service to the community where he has lived the last thirteen years. Congratulations! and we'll expect him if necessary to prove his worth by making a suitable address from the balcony at the Commons.
FLASH—Jack Cronin, as previously noted, is far from lost, and is working hard to get us all back to Hanover—but we still are missing the address of Willard (Bill) H. Edwards, Samuel S. Stevens, and Harold A. Thompson.
Of course this is news too—that Wally Jones has been taking another vacation in Florida,—that Ev Gammons has written the class secretary,—that Dutch Waterbury is thriving in the tropics; and here are a few new addresses: George Albree, 110 Mill St., Boston. Elmer H. Doe, 318 Martin Brown Bldg.,
Louisville, Ky.
Malcolm Jones, 5101 Nicollet Ave., Minneapolis, Minn.
Marcus C. Stearns, 420 South Federal St., Chicago, 111.
William H. Harlow, Gresham, Oregon.
NEXT:
Did you read your last ALUMNI MAGAZINE through? Did you see the article on page 25, about the "Alumni College" during the week following Commencement? If you did not, get it out and read it—for here lies a new and worth-while idea—an opportunity for those who are so minded, to spend a week in Hanover as voluntary students, to take in a course of some ten lectures calculated to be of interest—combining a vacation with the course, for it's entirely informal and the morning schedule calls for nothing more strenuous than staying abed, playing golf, or doing as one wishes. (Looks like a real opportunity to become intelligent or educated in one week—think it over.)
SOMETHING ELSE AGAIN:
Pett, our good and faithful class agent, is on the job again, and on this of all years we mustn't fall down on our job as a class of doing our share for the College.
REUNION NEWS AND PLANS:
Since attending the New York dinner, 1912's part in which was materially aided through Doc's efforts, I've been to Hanover, checked in with Roy Lewis, Babe Hartshorn, Bud Hoban, and others, who are at work up there.
Roy's committee is going to do a real job—he has reserved the Lebanon Country Club to be ours all day Sunday—a New England clam-bake will be the "piece de resistance" and taking it from "them that knows," we can count on our class picnic as something to look forward to, starting in right now.
Babe Hartshorn is on the job at Hanover as chairman of the registration committee. While the reservations for accommodations are made direct to the College on the blanks that the College will send to you, if there are any questions you want answered, shoot them through to Babe (Professor E. B. Hartshorn) and they will be given attention.
Lyme Armes is working on some special publicity—and when you get the return post card that goes with it, do your bit by filling it out promptly and sending it in.
To date, 112 questionnaires and letters have been received—but that's not enough —dig yours out and send it in—and if you have lost or mislaid it, send a card to me, 75 Federal St., Boston, for another. Send along any photographs you have, and we'll censor them, if they need it.
Hutch Biery says that he hasn't any outstanding memories of college days, because there were too many, although he does recall that "Queechie" French and Al Miller, while out for the track team, claimed and received medical treatment for broad jumping, claiming to have been "hurt on the track." The track, however, was a railroad track and the broad jump, off a freight train.
Jimmie Boak, an officer of the Navy and with us for only one year, is one of the most loyal of the non-graduates. He has probably traveled more widely over the world than any other man of our class, and writes among other things: "I am absolutely convinced that the democratic attitude of the Dartmouth body at the timewe were students is unsurpassed in anyother group of young men in the collegesof this country."
Cap Allen: "So we'll see you in June"(and that means his whole family, and he hopes to bring "Unc" Bellows along). As he puts it: "As for the next twenty-fiveyears, we shall take them as they come, ortake Kingdom Come; but these last twentyfive years, and the four years before themthose years are salted down, and they weregreat years."
Cookie, who has been carrying on at Cushing Academy, is described in their school paper as one of its most beloved teachers, a man of diversified interests. He says: "My association with boys and girlshave kept me young in spirit, and I findthat I can still hold my own with most ofthem at a variety of sports." (I don't know what the sporting events at Hanover may be, but we'll confine Cookie to throwing horse-shoes if he is as good as he says he is.)
Ruel Gibbs, one of the cranberry kings of Cape Cod, still boasts of having smuggled a barrel of beer into Wheeler Hall, with Haskell.
Carle Rollins is perfectly frank and acknowledges that sleeping, eating, and playing bridge are his round-the-year hobbies. But we may give him a chance to play baseball.
Shrigley has come through with a fine letter, though he too was with us at Hanover for only the first two years. He has a son headed for Dartmouth, and we understand he hopes he will stay through the four years. Golf is Shrig's hobby, and we will let him run the tournament, if he doesn't claim too low a handicap.
And last, but not least, get busy with any twelve men you see or know of, and get them pulling with you to make our reunion the high spot of twenty-five years.
Yours for the 25th,
